Weekend Writing Prompt – ANTIPATHY

Published August 3, 2019 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s comment section.

Word Prompt

This week my title factors into the word count.

ANTIPATHY IN LOVE

We are complete opposites. Most of our passions differ. Our friends and parents gave us six months, if that. Yet, after forty-eight years, my bed is his.

2 August 2019

Published July 31, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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CLICK ON THE FROGGY. (Go ahead! Do it!)

Genre: Memoir

Word Count: 100

I wrote the following story in my husband’s voice. Ray’s his best friend from junior high into the present.

LOVE IS ALWAYS ON TIME

There’s an old saying. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

A year ago, I set my best friend Ray up with my girlfriend’s sister Vicky on a blind date.

A month ago Ray and Vicky tied the knot while I was at sea, care of the US Navy. While the war in Vietnam raged my flat-footed 4-F friend and his bride welcomed Peggy Sue.

Last week cancer claimed Vicky. At her sendoff, half the church teemed with her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

The truth is time speeds by with the velocity of a twin-engine jet whether fun’s involved or not.

Vicky lost her battle with cancer June 26, 2019.

The Fields with Ray and Vicki on their 50th Wedding Anniversary

Ray and Vicki

Stills family in the 90’s

Ray and Vicki with great-grandchildren

Ray and Vicki with grandchildren

26 July 2019

Published July 24, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction circa 1890

Word Count: 100

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

Eight-year-old Charity watched the strange countryside whiz by. In the glass she caught a glimpse of her reflection. She covered her ears with her hair and tried to block out the other kids’ cruel jeers.

“Wings for ears. Beaver teeth. Too ugly for anyone to adopt you.”

She stepped off the train, clutching her rag doll. Schubert, Missouri looked nothing like New York.

A man and woman with prominent ears approached her. The man knelt and grinned, revealing a pronounced overbite. He caressed Charity’s cheek. “Mama, I believe this orphan train brought us the pretty little girl we prayed for.”

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Weekend Writing Prompt – JUDGE

Published July 20, 2019 by rochellewisoff

AA SA word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.

Word Prompt

Judge

Challenge

This week I’ve tweaked an excerpt from my novel AS ONE MUST, ONE CAN. It also appears in my coffee table book A STONE FOR THE JOURNEY. The scene takes place in 1908 in Arel Gitterman’s tailor shop. He and his wife Havah are terrified that they are about to face the same brutal persecution in America they endured in Eastern Europe.

Arel pointed to an official looking document in front of him. “I’m in big trouble, Havah.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s an indictment from His Honor Judge Wallace. I could go to prison.”

“What crime did you commit?”

“I’ve opened my shop on Sunday.”

“And this is a crime?”

“According to his Sunday labor law we’re required to observe the Christian Sabbath or pay a penalty. We Jews may open our shops, but if we sell anything we’re in violation.”

Her gorge rising, Havah crumpled the paper in her fist. “Every ass likes to hear himself bray.”

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Arel Gitterman

Mrs. Havah Gitterman

Kansas City Judge William H. Wallace. Sadly, a real person of the day.

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19 July 2019

Published July 17, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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Click the Froggie. You know you want to!

Genre: Personal Musing

Word Count: 100

IMPASSE

I stare at the photo prompt waiting for the fickle finger of fate to zap me between the eyes with inspiration. Do I hear dust moving?

To help jumpstart my brain I tap out, “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.” My mother taught me the silly phrase when she taught me to type. It’s a sentence that incorporates every letter of the alphabet. I promise. I’m not making it up.

Are you singing the Alphabet Song to check out my claim?

I cover my eyes. Nothing. No story this week.

Sometimes the magic works. Sometimes it doesn’t.

12 July 2019

Published July 10, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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CLICK THE FROG AND ADD YOUR LINK!

Genre: Historical Fiction circa 1968

Word Count: 100

BORROWED TIME

“You stole my art,” screamed Valerie. “You scum!”

The gun’s blast resounded in Andy’s ears.

Somewhere the Beatles sang, “We all live in a yellow submarine…”

Voices floated from the bedside television and pop art faces hovered around him.

Life mimics art.

“He had too much control over my life.” Valerie Solanas glared into the cameras.

Everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes.

“Nine of Mr. Warhol’s organs were injured,” said Dr. Rossi. “Heart massage…”

Am I really alive?

Mama prayed, “Please save my son.”

I’m dead.

“Senator Robert Kennedy has been shot,” said the newscaster.

Life is a dream.

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Weekend Writing Prompt – ENTHRAL

Published July 6, 2019 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s comment section.

Word Prompt

Enthral

Challenge

Nothing could enthral this young girl like four lads from Liverpool. When they shook those mop tops I nearly swooned. No one could rock a guitar rift like George, the quiet one. Paul’s twinkling brown eyes, John’s brooding countenance, and Ringo’s childlike grin captivated me. Youth flown, I still thrill to “yeah, yeah, yeah.”

5 July 2019

Published July 3, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Patriotic Fiction

Word Count: 100

UNDER RED, WHITE AND BLUE

“You’re a grand old flag…”

In fourth grade Billy asked Nancy to be his square-dance partner.

“…you’re a high-flying flag…”

He invited her to the seventh grade sock hop. To his surprise she accepted.

“And forever…”

At senior prom he gave her a diamond. The next week he left for Vietnam, her promise in his heart.

“I’ll save all my dances for you, Billy.”

He returned missing a leg, fearing the worst.

“…in peace may you wave…”

After fifty years the diamond sparkles on her finger as she squeezes his hand. “Frankly, Bill, you were never much of a dancer.”

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!

(To those who celebrate it.)

Thank you to the men and women who have served their respective countries.

CAREFREE

Published June 29, 2019 by rochellewisoff

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s comment section.

Word Prompt

Carefree

Challenge

Sort of a haiku with one extra syllable. I couldn’t find a way around it.

Carefree girl by day.

In darkened night monsters lurk.

“Daddy, please don’t yell so.”

28 June 2019

Published June 26, 2019 by rochellewisoff

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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

GROWING PAIN

After a day of enduring Alfalfa’s foul temper and pranks, such as sticking chewing gum in a movie camera, the frustrated “Our Gang” director pulled him aside. “Kid, I swear, the day you turn 21, I’m going to find you and beat the shit out of you.”

By 1940 the thirteen-year-old was a has-been. Although he landed some small roles in a few pictures, he found it necessary to supplement his income by bartending or training dogs.

A bullet ended his downward spiral in a heated dispute over $50. On January 21, 1959, Carl “Alfalfa” Switzer took his final bow.

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